The one who had never intended to save the five villains ended up altering their tragic destinies.
Lives once doomed to despair began to dream of a future again.
Abaddon.Aamon.Ardat.Hecate.
Each of them survived their darkest chapters and eventually found their own paths forward.
But among them, one was left behind.
Cain.
A ten-year-old boy whose life had been steeped in darkness because of his adoptive parents. For a brief moment, Eric had been a ray of light in his world—but when Eric fell into a coma, Cain was dragged back into hell.
Life was cruel to the child. There was no one for him to lean on.
Until his savior appeared.
"You know," a voice drawled smugly, "you have a special talent for getting beaten up without even doing anything."
Lia sat on a bench, a lollipop dangling lazily from her mouth as she eyed Cain's battered appearance.
"Hehe…" Cain said, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "Is that… a compliment?"
